Sitting alone at a table which is rather too large for just herself, Molly sits, slumped. In one hand she has a bottle of something which smells dreadfully strong and every few minutes she takes a swig out of it. In truth, Molly wasn't quite sure what had happened between herself and the others, it had all gone rather sour far too fast for any of them to stop it. Even her attempts to apologise or talk it out with Loric had been met with a harsh cold shoulder. Unsure of what else to do, she had taken a seat at the table nearest to the bar and formulated a plan to drink the night away, or at least, until she wasn't upset about that silly paladin, any more.

((OOC: This is a thread for people who want to get involved/plan on getting involved in this campaign, but aren't sure how to introduce themselves. It's also going to be used for general tavern things, like drinking, player killing- I mean partying and general social things. Everyone is welcome here, as long as you bring a drink and a story to tell. Alignment doesn't matter.))

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"That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die." - H.P Lovecraft

The night was cold, wet and welcoming when he found an inn he liked. Rahgar had been in the north too long, they whine like old women when the odd demon shows his face. Ha! He thought they should come south and see what it is really like to face the mighty demonic hoards.

Eyes turned to see the stranger that walked in. Standing a little under six foot the man had an aura of danger that was palatable. Dressed in leather armour of excellent workmanship and that covered by red robes that made him look both monk and warrior. As he strode to the bar the emblem on his back that of a circle with a hand touching it. Ordering a craft of wine he looks for somewhere to sit.

His voice is thick with the accent of the baronies.

"My dear lady what finds you drinking alone on a night like this.? I seem to remember you from the red tower of magic, yes?"

His easy smile and chiselled features mark him out. As do his blue eyes that seem aged beyond his years. As if he could look into he core.

"I head home to the baronies tomorrow. You should come there is much you could learn there. And we" touched " should stick together."